"My lord, those with the aptitude to become knights are one in a hundred. Can we even scrape together a complete knight squad here?"
"Alas, there's no helping it. We can only make do. Even those without aptitude might still become knights."
Aurelian sighed and said helplessly.
Winter Territory had only this many people. There was nothing he could do about it. He had personally conscripted Charles, after all.
"My lord, those with absolutely no talent will only become a burden."
Master furrowed his brow as he reminded him. Though he had already witnessed the lord's formidable abilities, people were bound to make mistakes. He felt it necessary to remind Lord Aurelian.
"Master, we have no choice. Winter is coming, and danger will come with it. Even if there were a pig standing before us now, we would have to turn it into a pig that can fight and kill."
The moment Master heard the lord mention winter, his expression changed abruptly, turning somewhat pale.
Bitter cold, deathly silence, darkness, and endless despair—these were words passed from mouth to mouth among the Great Wall's defenders.
Once winter arrived, the sun would vanish from the sky. For the entire season thereafter, apart from the occasional beautiful aurora, there would be nothing but unending darkness, until spring came the following year and the ice and snow melted.
Danger descended along with the darkness—danger at every moment. It lurked within the thick, terrifying blackness like invisible blades, eerily claiming the lives of living beings. They were difficult to see, and came in countless strange forms; it was simply impossible to tell what race they belonged to.
Yet the humans of the southern settlements had given them a single vivid name.
Evil Spirits!
The name Evil Spirits was itself taboo. The old folk of